The Lightning Beast

February 17, 2020

She breathes
carefully
quietly

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Each wisp of air
presses her glowing veins into her translucent skin
direly

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The cold clings to her torso and hind legs
The rain continues to pelter her trio of heads
And she longs for brighter days
when her duty as Raiju was peace and nourishment
Not now, when his focus shifts and strays
and her call is for blood and abolishment

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Her body lies, broken and flickering
in secluded vegetation with the hope that anything
anyone
someone
can find her